Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
My head rears back, like it’s beyond my control as bursts of energy surge through my nerves, making me arch my back, forcing more of him into me. A wave of heat moves through me, mixing with the nerves swirling with excitement. I can barely see straight, like my body is too focused on what he’s doing to me to take in my surroundings, so I close my eyes, simply absorbing the pleasure he’s giving me as he continues guiding his way into me until I feel his hips press against my ass.
His lips return to my neck, kissing and nibbling, stimulating me with his tongue as his cock hits against that sweet spot, making me feel as though every centimeter of my flesh has come to life.
“You’re taking me so well, Taylor. I’m impressed.”
He steadily pulls out and then pushes back in, taking me even higher as my body vibrates with pleasure. I moan, making sounds I’ve never made before, and when I turn back and his gaze meets mine, I see the determination in his expression before he leans forward and takes my mouth.
He keeps fucking me, and even as I call out, his mouth is relentless with kisses.
I can feel how much easier it is for him to thrust now that he’s primed me for that cock, his strokes becoming broader and more forceful in a way that feels so fucking good, I can feel my cock getting wet as more and more precum pushes right out of me.
“Fuck, Taylor, you could make me shoot up in you like this. But you wanna see my face as I’m coming for you, right?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and he slips out of me and guides me to the bed. I lie back, and he pushes into me. I love that he’s looking down at me while he fucks me because I can see the desire in his eyes. How he’s fucking wild about having me like this.
Just seeing the hunger in his eyes makes it even more arousing as he fucks me, which explains why so many people have wanted that cock before me.
My body’s a fit of sensation as he hooks his arms around my thighs and gives me a good pounding, drilling against that spot.
“Finally getting what all the buzz is about, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yeah. Give it to me, Brenner.”
He’s a fucking machine with my hole in a way only a sex god like him could give me.
He’s got me so worked up, my body trembling, precum dripping into my navel.
As I lose myself in the bliss, he grabs my wrists. He pulls them out to my sides and keeps fucking me hard.
“Fuck, Taylor, you keep making that face, and I’m gonna shoot inside you.”
His words hit something within me, some psychological prostate that gets me so aroused so fast, I can’t help moaning. “Brenner, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer,” I warn.
“Give it to me,” he says, not letting up his pace, hitting me just right to the point where it feels so intensely good, I wonder if I could die from feeling too good.
“I don’t want to come until you come inside me.”
“I can go anytime right now. Just say the word.”
“The word.”
Brenner picks up his pace even more, panting, striking that spot, and I force myself to keep my eyes open to see his face twist up, locking in that familiar way as his body jerks about.
There’s something so satisfying about knowing he’s emptying inside me, and it allows me to let loose. A burst of pressure releases, and I’m practically screaming as my climax tears through me, warm rushes streaking across my abs.
As we moan together, he glances down at my mess. “Christ, you weren’t kidding about being close.”
He continues pushing into me, shoving his cum back farther for a few lingering moments before crushing his weight down against me.
He’s still got my wrists pinned down, so I say, “Trying to keep me as some kind of sex prisoner?”
“I mean, if you want me to let you go…”
“Don’t you dare.”
He grins, clearly satisfied with this power he has over me, then takes my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling gently before pulling back. “Guess that’ll teach you to lose to me more often.”
“Eh, I think I just tricked you into making me win.”
He laughs. “Oh, I think we both won tonight.”
Can’t say he’s wrong there.
20
Brenner
“Can you hand me that other strand of lights?” Dad asks, the two of us sitting on the roof of Nicole’s house. He’s always loved decorating for Christmas. Mom loved it too. Our house was the brightest on the block, and now Nicole’s house is getting the Dean treatment—Dad’s words, not mine.
Even when I was younger, I would help him decorate. Back then, I wasn’t climbing the ladders and sitting on the roof, but he always found jobs for me to do, always wanted me to be involved so then we could unveil together whatever light-filled extravagance he came up with.